The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Royal Military Academy

Luca only managed to stay up properly after his third fainting spell. And the medical team around him had gone nuts trying to figure out what was wrong when his diagnostics kept coming out clean.

And that was a week ago. He spent most of the week fainting and waking up. Then he was whisked into what looked like a dorm room to sleep off whatever this untraceable affliction was.

But then they wanted him to come back for a regular check-up.

Only to find nothing.

He walked there for nothing, and he would be returning back with nothing.

Inner peace, come to me.

[Hospital Hallway, Present]

"Third time's the charm."

Lucas learned about this during his short exposure to human society. Typically, it should mean a good thing to keep trying until you get it. But it meant something different for him.

He's got his three death flags. Normal people probably won't survive those, but he did, like a cursed doll that had to withstand layers of suffering so that they could be maximized.

And the third one really took him out.

Now that he's become Luca, maybe the cosmos could stop trying to kill him.

Like right now.

Death by walking might be the worst one if he doesn't make it back alive.

At least the first one was from the appearance of a mutated Dungeon when his body was six years old.

Then came that Esper rampage after he was imprisoned. That one should have killed him, but the government decided otherwise.

In the end, what took him out was the lab sucking out the vitality left in his organs to make potent medical pills.

Any of those three would at least look cool on his tombstone, not that anyone would bother to give him one. But on the off chance that he got one, it would look like he's lived a meaningful life.

However, if Luca were being honest, death by walking seems more in line with his unglamorous life.

By now, he'd become partially delirious from the pain as his bones clashed together.

How bad was this body's state before he moved in that he's practically clattering with his every move?

Then there's the lack of memories.

When Luca transferred over, he saw snippets, like footage from a surveillance camera. The view rarely shifted, and his body never really responded—like a doll with recording eyes.

Creepy.

Then he saw the people's reactions to him. The odd looks he kept getting prompted his research. Everything he knew about himself was something this body had heard or learned from his research on Starnet.

He did not have the right to judge the original Luca's social life when his social status kept on getting him killed. At least the guy was still in one piece.

It just sucked that he was a pariah even in this life.

He was panting heavily as he turned around a corner but had to stop when he heard them talking.

"Have you seen him?"

"Yeah! When he went to get his dorm assignment! I thought they were exaggerating every time they called him a beauty, but he sure had it out for the looks department."

"Really? But I heard no one wanted to room with him. Who ended up as the unlucky roommate?"

And Luca was the only son of the Duke of Kyros. So, he had every right to be here, just like the other children of the nobility. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}